Ganga Ma

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Hindu



Does the silent birthing Ganga

gurgle

out of granite rocks

.. before she, baby,

babbles

as a bubbling brook?

Or was she born

a cataract roaring



onto Shiva's brow



her power pouring?



As she deepens her

waters, she speaks

less..

trailing more and more

streamer streams behind

her long robe..



washing away the sins

of the world..

yet remaining Himalayan

snows pure








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thank you to muse
N Kasturi, author of
LOVING GOD

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journey_through_life's picture

I like the way the words you used not only added to the description of the river but also added to the flow and rhythm of the poem as a whole. A very nice job. ~Jan